All Chapters of The Lycan King's Fearless Little Warrior: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Quinn's POVThese men gathered here are all my men, and as their leader, I knew how important it was not to play favorites among the units. But as I stood in the place designated for me, I couldn't help but be secretly glad that it was Elias’s team that won their round. The moment the blue flag hit the base, the strange energy that had been keeping me anchored to the clearing suddenly drained right out of my body. I no longer had any lingering interest in watching the rest of the match like I did a few minutes ago.I turned away from the railing and decided to leave the field.Dane, who always followed tightly behind me on camp business like this, handed me my hooded cloak without me needing to say a word. I caught the dark fabric, draping it over my shoulders. As we walked down the back steps of the platform, I briefly considered bringing up Dane’s lack of control that had happened earlier this morning in my tent. He had totally lost his temper at a mere recruit. But as I glanced a

Elsie's POV When I finally stepped closer to his wooden desk, my heart was pounding so hard against my ribs I was terrified he would hear it. Actually, I am pretty sure he can hear it but he didn't look up.He just motioned with his hand towards what looked to be a scented candlestick sitting on the corner shelf."Light that," he ordered, his voice low and raspy in the quiet room.I had no idea why he wanted a candle lit right now, but I was definitely not about to question the Lycan King’s choices. I reached for the flint on the shelf, struck it a couple of times, and lit the wick. Almost immediately, a crisp minty scent started to fill the tent, cutting through the smell of leather and ink.When I turned back around to face him, my breath caught in my throat. He was now reclining back in his seat with his eyes half-closed. He looked like the definition of sin. For some reason, his yummy skin had a slight, glistening sheen to it, despite the cool autumn air flowing through the ten

Elsie's POV Turns out that our worst fears during dinner were valid. Out of the fifty-two men in our team four, just those two guys who had raised their hands in the mess tent actually knew how to swim well. Well, it was fine in the end because they only asked each team to present three divers for the event. Since we were short on options, I didn't have much of a choice. I would have to join them in the freezing current.We entered the rushing stream with the safety ropes tied tightly around our waists. Back home, I always enjoyed swimming in the warm pack lakes, but this task was on a completely different level. The water was freezing, numbing my skin instantly, and the dark night made it so I could barely even see a foot in front of my face.The two guys from my team and I had to work together to find our assigned dark green stones on the riverbed. We couldn't do it blindly. I motioned for us to link arms for a split second to establish our spacing, and then we fanned out in a syn

Elsie's POV The head healer paused, holding a jar of dried leaves in her hands, before she slowly shook her head. "No," she said, her voice dropping into a quiet tone. "I am not going to tell him. I know what it feels like to wish to do something with your life, and not be able to do it simply because of a circumstance you cannot help."I blinked at her, the fear in my chest loosening just a fraction. "Really?"The woman hummed in confirmation, setting the jar down on a wooden shelf. "I worked as a servant in the royal palace back at the capital for years. I basically helped raise the children of the royal family, but what I really wanted to do since I was a young girl was practice medicine. I could not pursue it back then because people of my low social status would never be accepted by any master healer to be trained."I shifted on the cot, listening closely to the crackle of the stove. "So, how are you a master healer now?"She turned to face me, a soft smile touching her aged lip

Elsie’s POVI eventually spotted Tate pushing his way through the crowd of hungry men. I raised my hand, waving at him over the heads of the surrounding men. He caught sight of me, broke away from his row, and sauntered straight over with a relaxed grin."Elias," he greeted, clasping my shoulder briefly. "What's up?""Nothing much," I replied, keeping my posture casual. "How is your team doing in the point standings?"Tate raised his chin proudly, a spark of confidence in his eyes. "Good. You bet we are holding our spot. We smashed our round yesterday night."I let out a breath. "Thank the Goddess. I would hate to no longer see your ugly face around this camp."Tate laughed, rolling his shoulders. "Me too, man. I absolutely cannot go back home just like that. If I get disqualified and sent back to my home pack early, my siblings will never let me hear the end of it for the rest of my life."I let out a short, quiet laugh at the image. "Let's go inside then. I’m starving."Tate paused,